There is a sound that the hearts of His people make as they tremble before Him to hear Him.
The sound of anticipation. The sound of willingness. The sound of fear fleeing.
Bated breath speaks volumes in silence calling to the throne room. Speak Lord, your servant is listening and our enemy is afraid.
There is a sound that the hearts of His people make as they fond their rest in Him.
The sound of satisfaction. The sound of perfect love. The sound of sleeping in a storm.
Where worry cannot enter in and is considered sin and life is found.
Stillness, in the knowledge of the Holy.
There is a sound that the hearts of His people make as they find Him.
The sound of purest delight. The sound of the wind in Adam’s nostrils. The sound of the Shepherd’s voice.
The hand on the mirror where image and object meet. Hand to hand. Face to face. Eye to eye.
The world is listening.